Not Long Left Poems

A junkie shivers under the sun, the poet
scans the streets searching for that one word.
The senile midnight street walker rests her
head for the day. The old war veteran spits on
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In truth there can be no real excuse
for the actions of the black sheep
But to use that label is too enable
oneself to destroy and yet feel cheated.
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Hammer down the columns of history
Rip down the flags of this once proud country.
Disconnect talk of hope and replaced it with fear
Disperse our communities we once held so dear.
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the problem with wearing,
your hearrt on your sleeve,
is thats is so easily to lose,
unless you wear it like,
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with rain,
tapping on my head,
and wind,
whipping my face,
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in between hope and despair,
there-
we let our minds drift,
there-
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Vacant stare, noons a nighmare,
fours hours to prepare,
for the outside-
Mothers and there children pollute the street,
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No noise to break the chain of silence,
the suns rays penetrate the trees canopy,
peacefulness is the word blown in the wind,
in this tranquil spot of unending beauty.
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do not judge me on my entrance.
only judge me on the exit,
first impressions are only for the lazy minds,
take the time to indulge in me,
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you are like a onion,
for you always make me cry,
your are the protective clouds,
hiding me like they do the sky,
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